MOTHER MICROBE
My first mom was a microbe–
it is written in my book;
randomness was all it took.
A virgin birth by golly,
no horny teenage folly.
T’was a sideways injection
and without an erection.
That’s the way microbes did it,
linking up to a tidbit
as it says here in my text:
a daisy chain without sex.*
*Life’s Engines by Falkowski
Apparently WordPress thought the above might be spam so I was asked for a password which I couldn’t remember, having written in response to a reader who asked WHICH BOOK?
Answer: “FALLOUT: A Survivor Talks to Incest Offenders and Others: Plus Her Journal containing poems, drawings, quotes and Reflections,” the first and only book I published in 2015.
My commenter (via g-mail) also asked what the photo was of (good question, I’ll confess). ANSWER: Photo of the dregs of a vacation a couple of years ago, when making smores got rained out, despite the umbrella, and we had go back inside to finish the job. (See photo below). Thanks for the feedback!
Recovery is a state of mind which is as convoluted as the philosophical question “how long is a piece of string?” By definition it should be simple, recovery is a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength nevertheless this is not as straightforward in reality, recovery is dependent on many factors which […]
via As A Victim I Survived – By Charlotte Farhan — On The Verge
(My library group came up with all of these prompts:) delicious, horse, croissants, eviction, pardon
Would it be too much to ask that candidates running for the office of president of the United States first undergo a mental health screening? I won’t mention their supporters.
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Lewis Thomas, in his 1984 work Late Night Listening to Mahler’s Ninth Symphony, writes that it is our nature as human beings to clutter, and we hanker for places set aside, reserved for storage. We tend to accumulate and outgrow posessions at the same time, and it is an endlessly discomforting mental task to keep sorting out the ones to get rid of. We might, we think, remember them later and find a use for them, and if they are gone for good, off to the dump, this is a source of nervousness. I think it may be one of the reasons we drum our fingers so much these days.
( Wikipedia tells us that Lewis Thomas (November 25, 1913 – December 3, 1993) was an American physician, poet, etymologist, essayist, administrator, educator, policy advisor, and researcher.)
Excellent reminder to us all. (Posted on Nan Mykel’s “Life Issues” Page.) By
Today We Are Free
My friends. My brothers. My sisters. Today is the day we all come together in remembrance of a mental disorder that we all have stumbled upon. Today is an awareness to people who have yet to understand who we really are.
But who are we?
Are we a menace to society?
Or are we an aid to society?
That’s the question I sometimes ask myself. And the hardest philosophical question a bipolar person may ask themselves is: What is the meaning of life?
And the more we ask ourselves that question the more meaningless life becomes. That’s why some of our brothers have killed themselves by overdosing on pills. That’s why some of our sisters have killed themselves by hanging themselves inside their bedrooms. And I can’t blame them or call them selfish for killing themselves because these are the soldiers who were killed in the war. These are…
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Best wishes and outcomes!
Everyone’s gender is different, and that’s great. But what do you transition to, when everybody is following a different path? For Indi, the lack of examples has meant becoming vis own inspiration to follow.
The non-binary community does a great job of being inclusive and supportive for all comers. Questioning folks are told there’s no wrong way to express their gender, everyone’s gender is different, everyone’s path is different. This is all true, and this is all valuable, but it can also be pretty overwhelming. In my own years-long gender journey, I’ve looked and looked, trying to find some clear, well-trodden path to follow, and all I see are a bunch of people going off in their own directions. And none of them look like me.
One thing that’s been clear to me as I’ve tried to work out my identity (gender and otherwise) is the value of examples…
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The Witch’s Lament by Anonymous
Being a witch is not as much fun as you might think. Oh, there’s the glory of saying what you think, no matter the consequences, and the snickers when a car splashes mud all over you. But have you ever had the experience of a grandchild referring to the other grandmother as “the nice one?” None of my grandchildren call me Grandma, and I just realized it is because there’s only one “Grandma” in a child’s life, and I have been usurped on both sides.
Whether you’re a witch or not, when you age, conversation becomes impaired, and in the foggy, scrambled mess someone is sure to take offense. Take me, for instance. I got involved in writing a book and neglected my nurturing family duties, and sure enough that old specter sibling rivalry raised its head and the old witch got dumped! Barred from the hearth and heart of one child and two grandchildren, who may never know why the witch went poof up the chimney without saying goodbye. I got disowned. So let that be a lesson to all ye who relinquish the angel role in favor of the witch. Why would anyone want to do that, anyway? Just a contrarian who took her blessings for granted.
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